Infinite

There are so many different people, all with different lives, different stories, different paths.

They are all little threads, one of billions.

And all these threads are weaved and interweaved into a great web.

Alone, each thread seems to take up a whole world.

But in the grand scheme of things, each individual thread ceases to be important,

but instead becomes just one tiny piece of something infinitely larger.

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